His hands are still bound but he contently exposes more of his neck and throat for Kell to kiss as much as he wants. The man is a natural at adapting from intense to sweet, but he isn't surprised. Kell seems like a very sweet person at his core, beneath the intensity and occasional glimpse of insecurity or uncertainty. Jesper is sometimes seen as unbearably attractive to people because of his confidence, his certainty. He doesn't love himself all of the time, but he knows who he is and what he provides.
He laughs at the nibbling on his ear and sneaks a leg underneath Kell's, using his foot to rub against his ankle as a caress since his hands can't. "They do tell me it all the time, love, but please don't think that means I like to hear it any less." Jesper is like a purring cat when complimented and worn through from sex. "Mmm, let me turn around, actually. You don't need to get out, I'll make it easy." By that he means this is the Horizon, it's nebulous. He can turn, his hands still handcuffed, and turn to face Kell stuffed full of him.
This is so he can lean up and kiss him for real. Not the starving eagerness from outside or every passionate embrace since. This is slow and sweet because Jesper has sex in every way. Graphic, aggressive, romantic. There is no only one way when it comes to him. He kisses Kell like it's the first time, curling a leg around his waist, pressing up toward him, happy to be covered.
"You are beautiful too, Kell." Jesper smiles up at him, nuzzling his nose affectionately. "I'd love to be inside of you some time, if you'd like it." It's not that he doesn't love this. He is literally doing everything he can to have Kell inside of him and stay there. His thirst is unquenched, permanently. But he is so pretty. Jesper is a true switch in every way. He puts no limits on the things he enjoys. "I know you'd be breathtaking on my cock." He nibbles at his jawline.
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He laughs at the nibbling on his ear and sneaks a leg underneath Kell's, using his foot to rub against his ankle as a caress since his hands can't. "They do tell me it all the time, love, but please don't think that means I like to hear it any less." Jesper is like a purring cat when complimented and worn through from sex. "Mmm, let me turn around, actually. You don't need to get out, I'll make it easy." By that he means this is the Horizon, it's nebulous. He can turn, his hands still handcuffed, and turn to face Kell stuffed full of him.
This is so he can lean up and kiss him for real. Not the starving eagerness from outside or every passionate embrace since. This is slow and sweet because Jesper has sex in every way. Graphic, aggressive, romantic. There is no only one way when it comes to him. He kisses Kell like it's the first time, curling a leg around his waist, pressing up toward him, happy to be covered.
"You are beautiful too, Kell." Jesper smiles up at him, nuzzling his nose affectionately. "I'd love to be inside of you some time, if you'd like it." It's not that he doesn't love this. He is literally doing everything he can to have Kell inside of him and stay there. His thirst is unquenched, permanently. But he is so pretty. Jesper is a true switch in every way. He puts no limits on the things he enjoys. "I know you'd be breathtaking on my cock." He nibbles at his jawline.